By the time Qing'er reached the three of them, her mere aura had already left them unable to breathe.
Seeing how overwhelmingly powerful Qing'er was, the three wore looks of despair. Too strong—far too strong. Strong enough to drive them into despair.
Why was there such an overwhelmingly powerful person in this world?
Qing'er slowly raised the green long sword in her hand, Sword Qi coiling around its blade.
"Gentlemen, let us fight side by side again in the next life."
"Hahaha, good. In the next life, we'll fight side by side again."
The three spoke with laughter even as they coughed up blood. At this moment, they no longer possessed the slightest ability to resist.
They could only lie here quietly and await death.
"You're rather composed."
Qing'er gave a soft laugh, yet her movements did not slow. As the long sword in her hand fell, a streak of Sword Qi came slashing forth.
"You've got some nerve."
Just as the three calmly resigned themselves to death, an incomparably cold voice came from behind them.
At the sound of that familiar voice, all three men's eyes lit up. Zhao Zilong's entire body trembled with excitement. That voice was far too familiar.
Ye Lin emerged from the void in a blood-red robe, casually scattering the Sword Qi before him with a slap.
"Ye... Ye Lin."
Zhao Zilong turned around and immediately saw that familiar figure. Clad in blood-red robes, terrifying power of Dao Rhythm flowed around him, while divine radiance bathed his eyes, making them impossible to meet directly.
"Get some rest."
Ye Lin gave Zhao Zilong a brief instruction, then walked step by step toward Qing'er.
Watching Ye Lin advance upon her step by step, Qing'er, who had been relaxed and at ease moments ago, gradually turned solemn. The